Chapter 767: Amitabha, Am I Seeing a Ghost?

Chapter 767: Chapter 752: Amitabha, Am I Seeing a Ghost?

Seeing her practically spitting as she yelled, Shen Lang felt a headache coming on. He quickly cut her off. “No need to capture one. We don’t need to study them… I already did, many years ago. If I have to study anything, right now I’d rather study Mu Feng.”

As he spoke, Shen Lang stared at the distant Mu Feng and the puppets, his eyes gleaming with a blatant, unconcealed hunger!

Seeing that look in his eyes, Nangong Wan shivered involuntarily. A chill coursed through her.

‘So he’s into… that!’

Nangong Wan backed away several steps. On top of her previous disdain, her look now held a hint of revulsion.

‘How could I have known this woman was so bizarre, with such a wild imagination?’

His gaze remained fixed on the distant Mu Feng and the puppets. With a soft chuckle, Shen Lang sauntered toward Mu Feng’s battle zone as if taking a stroll in a garden!

“Is this guy crazy? How strong does he think he is, going over there bare-handed?”

Nangong Wan started shouting, “Every single one of those puppets is as strong as we are! If he goes over there, he’ll be swallowed by a sea of puppets!”

“Those eight experts up ahead are only holding back the puppets because they have powerful Magical Treasures! Hey! If you want to get yourself killed, that’s your business, but don’t drag us down with you! If you go up there and lure a huge swarm of puppets over here, we won’t even know what hit us…”

The Imperial Dragon Sect expert to Nangong Wan’s right interrupted her. “Quiet down, Junior Sister. You should use this time to recover your energy and heal. No matter how many puppets there are, how could they possibly trap him?”

“That’s right. Let’s just wait here for a moment. Young Master Lang will surely resolve this quickly. Don’t worry,” the other Imperial Dragon Sect expert chimed in with a nod.

Nangong Wan was furious. “Senior Brother Zhang, Senior Brother Ouyang, have you both lost your minds? You’re going to entrust all of our lives to some bizarre kid?”

“He says he’s studied these puppets, and you just believe him? What even are puppets from a Pocket World Blessed Land? It’s not that I’m trying to be harsh, but even our own Elder Ancestor has probably never seen one… and he claims he’s studied them?”

“The Pocket World Blessed Lands vanished without a trace ten thousand years ago! Where could he possibly have gone to study them!”

Nangong Wan simply didn’t believe the kid in front of her wearing an Evil Ghost Mask had any real power, and she certainly didn’t believe he had studied puppets from a Pocket World Blessed Land.

As for Shen Lang, the records kept by the War God Hall and the research conducted by the War Emperor on these Pocket World Blessed Lands were not things to be shared with outsiders… At this moment, his entire focus was on Blood Gun Mu Feng and the puppets!

‘Such tyrannical Demon Power. In just this short time, it’s made Mu Feng increasingly powerful. His strength is still rising!’

‘So many puppets… I’m going to hit the jackpot this time…’

Looking absolutely ecstatic, Shen Lang walked forward, wiggling the fingers of both hands like a pervert who had just seen a naked beauty, looking ready to pounce at any moment.

Behind him, Nangong Wan finally erupted…

Even though Shen Lang had saved her life, their entire group’s survival was at stake. With their backs against the wall, how could she possibly let this inscrutable eccentric act so recklessly?

“Get back here! Even if you have a death wish, you don’t have to rush it!”

After protesting to no avail and receiving no support from her two senior brothers, Nangong Wan shot them a fierce glare. Her body transformed into a whirlwind as she shot towards Shen Lang, intending to drag him back!

No matter what, the kid’s cultivation was incredibly high. If he worked with the group, their chances of survival would be that much greater.

But for him to just swagger up there and get blasted into smithereens by a horde of puppets… that would be a real waste.

Just as Nangong Wan flew out…

It seemed the eight fighters up ahead, annoyed that the Imperial Dragon Sect group was dawdling, had deliberately let a couple of puppets slip past them. The puppets now lunged toward the back! And Shen Lang, who had already walked forward, was naturally the one to bear the brunt of it!

“GWAK!”

The two puppets let out a strange cry and lunged straight for Shen Lang, accompanied by a piercing whistle of displaced air!

They held no weapons, but as they swung their massive fists, the ferocious Powerful Qi they unleashed was in no way weaker than that of a Fourth or Fifth Grade Profound Artifact!

Each of the two puppets threw a punch, and their Fist Gangs resembled two vicious dragons, twisting around each other menacingly!

“Watch out!”

Seeing the puppets’ ferocious approach, the two experts from the Imperial Dragon Sect cried out in unison.

These puppets, each equivalent to an expert at the Seventh Heaven of the King Martial Realm, weren’t just shockingly fast; their bodies were incredibly durable, impervious to both weapons and elements.

The momentum of their charge as they threw their punches was like falling meteorites!

Nangong Wan, now only two steps behind Shen Lang, abandoned her plan to drag him back and yelled, “I’ll take the one on the left! You get the one on the right!”

The longsword in Nangong Wan’s right hand flashed with Spirit Light, and she was about to unleash a beam of Sword Qi.

However, Shen Lang seemed not to have heard her. He charged directly at the two puppets, appearing to split into two people as he left behind two afterimages in front of Nangong Wan—one heading left, the other right!

“Damn kid, do you have to show off like this? Why play the hero instead of cooperating with us? Those puppets aren’t as simple as you think! They’re equivalent to…” Nangong Wan roared, exasperated.

Nangong Wan never finished her sentence.

She saw Shen Lang dodge the puppets’ fists like a phantom and appear right in front of them.

He didn’t draw his blade, nor did he use any powerful techniques. He simply touched the puppets’ bodies a few times with lightning-fast hands…

It really was just a few touches, as if he were taking advantage of a woman!

There was no explosive burst of Powerful Qi, nor any thunderous booms as she had expected.

Nangong Wan could even see with perfect clarity that there wasn’t the slightest bit of Spirit Light on Shen Lang’s palms!

She watched as the light faded from the two rampaging puppets, the black mist around them dissipated, and they completely lost their earlier Spiritual Qi.

Then, carried by their forward momentum, they simply toppled over…

Before they could even hit the ground, Shen Lang swept his hands, two flashes of white light appeared, and he had already stored the two disabled puppets in his Sumeru Ring.

“BOOM! BOOM!”

With two loud bangs, Nangong Wan shattered the Fist Gangs from the two puppets that Shen Lang had dodged, and her entire body was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string.

Being sent flying was understandable; it was a bit of a stretch for someone of her strength to block the attacks of two puppets head-on.

But Nangong Wan’s posture and expression as she flew through the air were rather unique.

Her body was arched slightly backward, her mouth was hanging wide open, her eyes were bulging, and her arms were spread wide, motionless like a statue. A strange, “k-k-k” sound escaped her throat, almost like a rooster trying to crow.

It was hard to tell if she had been knocked silly by the puppets or scared silly by Shen Lang.

In truth, it wasn’t just her. The two from the Imperial Dragon Sect and Monk Bu Se, who had been somewhat mentally prepared, were equally dumbfounded.

The two from the Imperial Dragon Sect had great faith in Shen Lang’s Artifact Refining skills. After all, it was a talent that had earned the immense admiration of the Elder Ancestors of their own sect and the other two of the Three Sects.

Moreover, they had heard that Yin Shanhan, the Elder Ancestor of the Artifact Origin Sect, was meek and subservient in Shen Lang’s presence, unable to even hold his head high!

Therefore, they had previously thought that if they just captured a puppet and let Shen Lang study it, he would surely be able to find its weakness.

Since they were puppets, they must have had some kind of switch or mechanism.

If they could find that mechanism, even if they couldn’t completely disable the puppets, they could at least restrain them.

Otherwise, if the fight continued like this, their entire group would die of exhaustion.

But for Shen Lang to disable two puppets with just a couple of pats, as if it were child’s play… This was fucking inhuman!

‘Amitabha. Great Buddha, tell me, am I seeing ghosts? This Martial Grand-Uncle of mine… he’s not human… How could a human possibly do something like that?’

The three of them—Monk Bu Se and his two companions—all rubbed their eyes in unison, thinking they had to be seeing things!

Meanwhile, although the eight experts up ahead weren’t looking in their direction, their Divine Thought had been monitoring the group the entire time.

Now, having witnessed Shen Lang’s bizarre feat, their minds were all thrown into chaos. They were nearly injured by the puppets and could only fall back step by step!

Mu Feng was now in a state of Demonization, his cultivation nearly at the Emperor Martial Realm, yet even he was helpless against these things…

And this Ghost-faced Person came over and dealt with two of them with just a couple of casual touches!

‘If he got close to us and gave us a couple of pats… would he be able to pat us to death?’

“Young brother, I am Zhou Tianyi of the Blood Wing Demon Sect. It must be fate that we meet again. How about we join forces? We are all in the same boat here. We can hold back these puppets and provide cover for you while you deal with all of them. What do you say?”

So spoke a pale, beardless middle-aged man among the eight.

Another person quickly chimed in, “That’s right, that’s right! With us holding off the other puppets for you, we’ll be able to carve a bloody path out of here in no time!”

Of the eight people present, apart from one who was from the Blood Wing Demon Sect, the other six were all of unknown origin.

Within this Dragon Scale Divine Hall, besides the Three Sects like the Imperial Dragon Sect, there was also the Blood Wing Demon Sect and the White Bone Hall. Everyone else was from the Demon God Hall.

Even the White Bone Hall and the Blood Wing Demon Sect, despite being rivals, had an ambiguous relationship with Candle Dragon. They were considered peripheral forces of the Candle Dragon Lineage… basically, sects that weren’t yet worthy of being part of Candle Dragon’s true power structure.

‘Why would I ever consider cooperating with people from the Demon God Hall?’

Before entering the Yumu Cave Blessed Land, he had sent Zhuge Xian’Er to negotiate a partnership with the Blood Wing Demon Sect, but that was merely a ploy to use them to tie down the White Bone Hall.

In the end, because the people from the Blood Wing Demon Sect only feigned compliance, the plan didn’t have much of an effect.

That was why back in the Stone Forest, Shen Lang had used the excuse that the Blood Wing Demon Sect members were “just watching the show instead of helping” to wipe out their entire group.

Right now, inside his Heaven-Sealing Cauldron, those old geezers from the Blood Wing Demon Sect were still sleeping soundly!

If he were truly going to cooperate with them, he would at least need to find someone with a higher standing, like Dong Chengyue or Qin Mengxue.

“Cooperate? Not interested.”

Shen Lang said casually, then his figure flickered, and he slipped through the gaps in the chaotic battle between the group and the puppets.

Wherever he passed, it was as if a channel had been cleared through water; the puppets closest to him on either side simply vanished!

“Damn it! We showed him respect and he spat in our faces! He doesn’t know what’s good for him!”

The eight of them clearly hadn’t expected the Ghost-faced Person to refuse so outright.

For a moment, they were all stunned.

In a critical moment like this, cooperation was absolutely the best strategy, regardless of any past grudges. And this Ghost-faced Person actually refused?

“Damn it, do you think you can take on all these puppets by yourself? Who the hell do you think you are!”

The man from the Blood Wing Demon Sect, apparently feeling he had lost face, began cursing out of shame and anger.